When he mentioned his son, the smile on Rong Huan's face quickly disappeared, and was replaced by a group of mourners, who had lost their son in old age and were crying with their hearts out.

He couldn't help but think, if he had taken out all the secrets of mystical arts for the five inner guards to practice, would he have been able to protect his son? In other words, if he had not doted on his son so much since he was a child, and forced him to

If you practice mystical arts, will your son also be immune to death?!

But he knew very well that the greater a person's ability, the harder it is to control him. This is why he did not allow the five inner guards and his subordinates to practice mystical arts. He was worried that his son would not be able to control them after he succeeded to the throne.

, so he would rather let the five internal defenders be weaker.

But I didn't expect that he didn't even have a son now.

Thinking of this, Rong Heshu couldn't help but burst into tears on his wrinkled face.

"Master, my condolences!"

Mu Wei hurriedly took out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Rong Heshu, saying coldly, "Now that Fire Guard is here, we can make He Jiarong pay with his blood soon!"

Rong Heshu wiped his tears, and then sighed. He didn't say anything more, but turned around and waved to a man in black. The man in black immediately walked up to Rong Heshu quickly, and then took the initiative from his arms.

He took out a small rectangular wooden box and handed it to Rong Heshu respectfully.

"Fibo, come here!"

Rong Heshu shouted to Fire Guard. After Fire Guard came forward, he slowly opened the wooden box and saw a piece of red velvet inside the wooden box. There seemed to be a long strip wrapped in the velvet.

thing.

Rong Heshu opened the velvet cloth to the left and right, revealing a dagger inside the red cloth.

I saw that this dagger was about as long as a child's arm. It was shiny and sharp, with a chill in it.

Mu Wei's expression couldn't help but change after seeing the dagger, a trace of joy flashed across his expression, and a very hidden trace of greed flashed through his eyes as he looked at the dagger.

"Take this dagger and use it against He Jiarong!"

Rong Heshu pushed the wooden box towards Fire Guard, looking at the dagger in the box with a trace of reluctance.

"Master, I'm not good at using short weapons like this. I'm good at using long swords!"

Fire Guard said with a sullen face and some embarrassment.

"idiot!"

Rong Heshu's face sank and he said: "If you want to kill He Jiarong, you won't be able to do it just by relying on his outstanding skills. I heard that He Jiarong also has a magic weapon in his hand, called Chunjun. His sword is extremely sharp.

If you use ordinary weapons, you will most likely not be his opponent!"

"Then what's so special about this dagger?"

Fire Guard frowned and asked in confusion. In his eyes, what was in this box was also an extremely ordinary dagger.

"Of course! This dagger is made of black steel. Its hardness is not necessarily inferior to his pure Jun sword!"

Rong Heshu held his head high and said proudly, "Even if you look at the whole world, there are not many of them!"

Black Steel?!

Fire Guards had heard about black steel and knew that it was an extremely hard metal.

"Thank you, Master!"

Fire Guard was overjoyed, and without any further refusal, he nodded respectfully, immediately took the dagger, and said firmly, "I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Mu Wei on the side looked at Huo Wei coldly, with a trace of jealousy flashing in his eyes. He did not expect that Rong Heshu had such distrust in him, and this dagger never passed through his hands.

But he soon felt relieved, because although the fire guard was so loud, it was still a question of whether he could kill He Jiarong, so maybe this dagger was just for the fire guard to be buried with him!

In fact, this time Rong Heshu called the Fire Guards over. In addition to protecting his own safety, he also planned to let the Fire Guards stay and take the opportunity to assassinate He Jiarong. With the help of the Chu family, the Fire Guards should not find a chance to assassinate He Jiarong.

Disaster.

But if he doesn't succeed this time, he will succeed. If the Fire Guard kills Lin Yu, he will naturally enjoy endless wealth and glory after returning. But if he fails, then he will never leave the capital alive. Lin Yu's people will never let him go.

Pass him!

To put it bluntly, he is just the dead soldier released by Rong Heshu.

At this moment, Rong Heshu's cell phone suddenly rang. He grabbed it and saw that it was William. He didn't dare to delay at all and hurriedly picked it up, "Hey, Mr. William, it's so late.

Phone, what are your instructions?"

"It's about the meeting tomorrow!"

William on the other end of the phone said calmly, "The Queen has something to do tomorrow morning, so she won't be able to see you!"

"What?!"

Rong Heshu was startled suddenly and became anxious. He asked repeatedly, "Mr. William, why is this? Didn't we already agree that I will meet the Queen tomorrow morning, and my flight is in the afternoon..."

"I told you, something unexpected happened!"

William said in a cold tone, "Mr. Rong, if you don't want to wait, you can go back at any time. I tell you responsibly that the Queen's interest in cooperating with you is waning now, so..."

"I can wait, I can wait, Mr. William!"
Chapter completed!